For
almost 20 years the unreconstructed punk-rock
redneck band Antiseen has been terrorizing audiences
with its gimmick as the kings of Destructo Rock.
Picture crossbreeding the Ramones, Motorhead,
Lynyrd Skynyrd and hardcore-wrestling legend
Cactus Jack and you're getting close. Live shows
typically feature barbed wire, broken bottles,
blood, smoke, fire and a robe made out of rebel
flags. Lead singer Jeff Clayton sports one of
the best scarred-up wrestler-foreheads since
Abdullah the Butcher and his throat probably
doesn't look too different - how this guy manages
to get any melody or range (both relative concepts
with this band) out of his blast-furnace vocal
style is a mystery. The new album is the band's
first for high-profile streetpunk label TKO.
Considering that Antiseen is known for confounding
expectations (they've covered songs by a diverse
group of artists that includes Curtis Mayfield,
Ernest Tubb and Sun Ra), there are few surprises
on it: Guitarist Joe Young, recently a Libertarian
candidate for a North Carolina House of Representatives
seat, sounds like an angry-swarm-of-hornets.
Drummer Barry Hannibal lays on the cowbell like
he's in a Mountain tribute band. New bassist
Doug Canipe throws in some atypical instrumental
filigree with a few busy bass runs but generally
sticks to filling out the thick, heavy sound.
Songs are mostly fast, direct and hellaciously
loud; Six Days on the Road and Broke Down Blues
slow it down long enough for the band's honky-tonk
country and roadhouse blues influences to move
to the forefront. Highlights are the back-to-back
wrasslin'-themed tunes Sabu and I'm a Babyface
Killer. Sabu, a tribute to the mute pro grappler
from Bombay (plausible enough) whose propensity
for shooting fireballs and diving through tables
makes inviting him to family picnics mandatory,
includes plenty of references to the recently
departed Extreme Championship Wrestling federation
and should make bloodthirsty geeks everywhere
wistful with nostalgia. In line with the band's
backwoods bad-guy image, Antiseen aren't shy
about provoking punk rock's liberal-minded establishment
with songs like Animals - Eat 'Em. TKO's distributor,
Mordam Records, is known for pushing CDs featuring
Noam Chomsky and championing various lefty causes
and almost put the kibosh on The Boys from Brutalsville
because of the song Melting Pot, a call to end
immigration that mitigates itself somewhat with
the tongue-in-cheek observation that the band
isn't going anywhere "cause we stole this country
fair and square." An album that won't make you
any friends at the next Food Not Bombs meeting
(the cover photo, featuring the band hefting
guns, chains and Wild Turkey, is likely to scare
off sensitive types anyway), but those who
miss the eclecticism, sense of humor and desire
to offend of early American punk should find
it damn appealing.review from teleport-city.com

In the wild world of Antiseen, little has changed
in the near-decade and -hundred records since
a friend and I were bemused and mildly offended
by a 7 of theirs. Alright, so maybe theyve
gotten proper production, wider distribution,
and something of a cult following now, but their
latest The Boys From Brutalsville
is as interchangeable as any Antiseen thats
come before or yet to come. Thing is, they 
nor their fans, for that matter  wouldnt
have it any other way, and the boys are here
to remind us of this fact with this latest dispatch
from Brutalsville. Still locked onto their Sex
and Outrage-Motorhead meets Southern-fried
punk idiom thats pretty much theirs and
the Hookers alone, and (still) with a
Molly Hatchet-via-Anal Cunt wholesale lack of
political correctness, Antiseen deliver the
goods right and left here  as if that
was ever the question. A selfsame song dedicated
to wrestling cult icon Sabu, another wanting
to be Talk Show Trash, another saluting
home-wreckers and wife-beaters (Im
a Babyface Killer), and Melting
Pot is a hilariously offensive knee-jerk
diatribe against immigration and diversity,
not to mention a spot-on cover of the Ramones
Commando. Really, what else did
you expect?review from Terrorizer
magazine

Your sense of decency subconsciously advises
you to avoid ANTiSEEN. With a longstanding history
that dates back to the '80s, and a cultural
motif predicated on Southern pride, whiskey
and the infamous advice "shoot first, ask questions
later", this is blue collar punk at its finest.
ANTiSEEN's unique brand of music walks the fine
line between Skynyrd and GG Allin. Night after
night, husky vocalist Joe Clayton bashes beer
bottles into his skull, leaving him bleeding
red, white and blue as he rages on stage like
a beleaguered madman. Come across Clayton at
a local record convention as he hawks his wares,
and you'd never guess this man bleeds for a
living. On The Boys From Brutalsville, Clayton
and company sound just as primeval as they did
on previous recordings, evoking the power of
firepower ("Guns Ablazin'") and tenacious anti-government
sentiment ("Run My World"). Joe Young's sludged-out
guitar paves the way on "Babyface Killer", leaving
a trail of battered bodies and irritated eardrums
behind it. Sure to rile up any non-backwoods,
pro-diversity citizen, "Melting Pot" is like
an updated version of SOD's "Speak English or
Die". Our fearsome foursome rhetorically wonders
why every foreigner can't go back to his or
her own respective country. Xenophobic? That's
for you to decide. However, ANTiSEEN makes it
clear that they really couldn't give a fuck
about your opinion, so don't bother arguing
with 'em -- unless you're looking for a black
eye and a bloody lip. And while this TKO release
has its fair share of heated verbal commentary,
there's a humorous side to the band as well,
demonstrated as they rip into a slowed-down
version of The Ramones' classic "Commando".
Tongue in cheek blues litters the aptly titled
"Broke Down Blues", as Clayton sings about the
woes of constant van trouble while on the road,
all to the tune of 12 bars. Taken at face value,
the majority of these tunes will pique anyone
seeking hard-edged rock salvation with grit
that could only come from the dirty South.
Will the scars on Clayton's forehead end up
skewing your political and social views towards
a decisively Republican punk platform? Could
ANTiSEEN become the next ultra-conservative
threat to the Bush campaign? It's doubtful,
but on an entertainment level, this quartet
has the uncanny ability to project a distinct
view, spilling right-wing diatribe upon the
hordes of presumably left-wing punk rockers,
who don't know whether to raise their fists
in agreement or scoff at the band's uncouth
image. And to add to this bonfire of mixed identities,
ANTiSEEN provides another batch of 13 tunes
from The Boys From Brutalsville that can be
taken either for sheer Southern punk rock amusement
or as disgusting examples of trailer trash theses
on the decrepit state of America's cultural
renaissance. review from splendidezine.com

Older than dirt and twice as ugly, North Carolina's
ANTiSEEN were cranking out revved up white trash
boogie long before Nashville Pussy discovered
beer, speed, and porn. The Boys From Brutalsville
is their 50-something release, yet they dont
seem to have lost a step after 18 years of low-rent
caterwauling. The South's answer to Motorhead,
Antiseen are unapollegetically loud, profane,
and abrasive. "Fuck, fuck, fuck the fucking
place, fuck fuck fuck the human race," offers
overall-wearing front man Jeff Clayton on the
bulldozing "Run My World." Clayton's matter-of-fact
redneck poetry is priceless. "We went over like
a fart, a big, old smelly fart in a crowded
elevator," he bellows reflectively on "Broke
Down Blues," and he later recalls, "We broke
down in Homer, Aint talking about no Simpsons,
aint talking about O.J., I'm talking Homer,
Lousianna." Elsewhere he salutes extreme wrestling
on "I'm a Babyface Killer" and brilliantly skewers
Springer show guests on "Talk Show Trash" as
his bandmates thrash away with relentless glee.
A menacing cover of The Ramones "Commando" is
a brilliant addition to this deliciously demented
effort. Grade: A - review from Mean Street/Peter
Atkinson

This is definitely a Southern band. Jerry Springer
fans will rejoice in the lyrical topics of this
CD (truck drivers, wrasslin, talk shows). This
South Carolina band has been around for over
18 years now and this is their first CD in 5
years. A sense of humor is required in listening
to this CD, especially in their "speak english
or die" style lyrics of "Melting Pot." Musically
it's your basic down and dirty Southern style
rock n roll with an added punk intensity. This
was a little too trailer trash for me but they
do have one of the catchiest ready-made singles
in "Run My World", if only for those darn curse
words.
review from The Final WordYYYYHEEEEE
HAW! This is bucksnortin, guns ablazin talk
show white trash, whiskey sluggin' southern
fried heavy metal. Hot tempered and all fired
up, these guys rock it out with a very hoarse
but pleasently groovin bad boy beat. Lots of
foul mouth, rebel gutter lyrics screamed over
top of tire squeelin' drag races and Sabu-style
moonsault drum beats. Shots of rockabilly blues
are slugged down and barfed out in ugly new
criminal conocotions. All balls and no brains,
this music will knock you down and spit in your
eye "jus' cause yer different". Still, its pretty
enjoyable if you dont pay too much attention.
I was pretty thrilled with their rendition of
"Commando" by the Ramones. Sloppy, but satisfying.
review from Neo-Barbaric

I need help here, are these guys British? I
cant tell. There's a lot of British slang flying
around on the press release, but they look and
sound like illegitimate love child of .38 Special
and the Stooges. The most important thing I
can tell you about this disc is that you have
to play it really loud. Seriously. If you keep
it low, it sounds like shit for some reason.
But once you turn it up, problem solved. The
mix is pretty good here, but personally, I think
the guitar an especially the bass tone are horrid.
They sound way too processed, and not loose
enough. The piano on "Six Days on the Road"
is a really nice touch; I didn't really expect
it. Aside from the tones, I think all the songs
could move a little faster. "Sabu" has a good
place, and if they all went about that speed
or faster, Id like it a lot more. Other than
that, "Broke Down Blues" has a couple of funny
lines about farts in it, and "Talk Show Trash"
is a little too gimmicky for its own good. Overall,
this is some good, all-around mailbox smashing
rock and roll.review from Ad Hominin
#12

They ain't kidding with AntiSeen and how
bout "AntiHeard" while we're at it?
These guys have been around eighteen years and
are said to have fifty records under their bellies
um, belts.
Well I'll be the first to congratulate their
longevity; they must be doing something right.
But aside from hearing the name passed here
and there I had no clue they've done this much...
even more surprisingly, listening to the vocals-a
term I'd use very loosely-how did the singer's
vocal cords manage to hold out for even two
records let alone, all these? "Boys From
Brutalsville" is chrome-plated beer-swilling,
pig-slicing Punk Rock, barroom Blues war-torn
Metal, or basically every endearing quality
that a band like Motorhead could whistle
and piss their way to their much acclaimed infamy
there's little difference.
Now imagine Motorhead meets Molly Hatchet somewhere
in a back alley way after a long night of drinking
and suddenly they all break into song
like that would happen? But hypothetically,
I can't think of a better likeness to draw to
exemplify AntiSeen's style-pure raunch,
driven to a filthy excess, they'll grab you
by the throat and throttle the Hell out of you
till you're left knocky-kneed and trembling
with fear.
You got four pissed off looking guys from down
South that looked like they climbed straight
outta the wrestling ring and into the album
cover credits-bad ass backwoodsmen in the finest
Rob Zombie poses and dripping with an anarchistic
quality the likes of something way back outta
the early days of C.O.C and I'd dare say
if C.O.C.'s progression went anything the way
of these guys, there wouldn't be a soul left
to bitch about their latest mellowing out phase.
Southern charm gets kicked in the balls and
swept quickly under the counter moments into
"Guns Ablazin'," "Run My World," an I'll be
damned rant about callous law makers and their
poorly run state operations or something
to that extent . "Smoke & Fire," and
"Broke Down Blues" dull the roar ever so slightly
with a slow moving swamp swim put to '70s style
Southern Rock and Blues with nary a hint of
Skynyrd or the Allman's for miles there's
entirely too much inebriated excess involved
for either of those two though that's
not to suggest their road-side culture was one
of good conduct?
And there's a bruising cover of an often overlooked
but incredible Ramones' tune, "Commando," a
head-flattening measure by anyone's standards
and unsurprisingly a perfect fit here And
forget trying to fill in the lyrical spaces
left over from the original, it just ain't gonna
happen here.
AntiSeen, they ain't been seen in days-five
years since "Here To Ruin Your Groove" anyway-but
when they do decide to show up, whoever or whatever's
still left standing will damn well know they
were there-and would be best advised to receive
some immediate counseling!review from stormbringerwebzine.co.uk

Merciful heavens. Well there goes my belief
system. If this isn't enough Southern hostility
to make you wanna lock yourself in the outhouse,
to shit yourself for the next 2 days, then mister
you're a better man than I. For 18 years these
scum fucks have been getting away with pretty
much everything, if it's not ragging on immigrants,
it's artist depictions of topless Negro women
hanging off Rebel flag clad vocalist, Jeff Clayton.
But sometimes when something rocks hard enough
nothing else seems to hold any meaning. Throwing
in a cover of `Commando' by Ramones doesn't
hurt either. It's like a totally Americanized
version of Motorhead. review from worldwidepunk.com

Ass-fucker, mother-fucker, cock-sucker trying
to run my world...
I'm saddened by the idea that there are people
out in this crazy world that take bands like
Antiseen seriously and don't find them to be
completely repulsing, comical, and even kind
of depressing. Finding inspiration in this style
of extreme shock and tough-guy posturing makes
me want to stay very far away from the punk
rock world. Which, looks like I'm doing just
that, I just saw that Antiseen is actually playing
in Portland tonight. How weird to think that
these scary hick southerners are in my fair
city inspiring some meat heads to pump their
fists and scream along.
After hearing the horribly racist lyrics of
"Melting Pot", I will not be listening to any
more of this CD. This band is stupid, fucked
up and should be eradicated from the punk scene.
I implore you to NOT purchase it. review from misterridiculous.com

South Carolina Confederacy of Scum lords Antiseen
deliver another bloody spectacle of rock-and-roll
savagery with The Boys From Brutalsville, the
musical analogue of a Wrestlemania cage match
fought with chainsaws and crowbars. Self-abusing
mouthpiece Jeff Clayton sticks with what he
knows best -- that's fire, guns, white trash
and cutthroat retribution -- and when he leads
the boys in shouts of "Suicide! Homicide! Genocide!"
he sounds like he means it. A guitar-blazing,
ass-kicking antidote to all the woeful whimpering
from Coldplay, Radiohead and all the rest of
the sad-sack pop celebs.review from nowtoronto.com

Well, shit. It was obviously a gimme that this
was gonna be one of my favorite records of the
year, if for no other reason than Antiseen paid
proper blood-encrusted tribute to the suicidal,
homicidal genocidal Sabu in, well, "Sabu." That
fucker revolutionized professional wrestling
and should be remembered for both his innovative
spots and high-flying spots, and his willingness
to wrap himself in barbed wire and dive on Terry
Funk. Didn't Sabu glue a wound shut in mid-match
once? Doesn't Jeff Clayton have almost as many
gigs on his forehead as Steve Corino? But damn,
that's rock and roll, if I ever had a band it
would be mandatory for every member to bleed/blade
every night. Fucking striking visual, that Jeff
Clayton. Unfortunately, there were two little
caveats that got in the way of my total listening
experience. First of all, the production was
a little on the weak side. Man, those guitars
should have been caked in dirt, blood, and broken
glass, and that distortion needed to be thicker
and more evil. So I don't know, that's the little
complaint out of the way. Now for the wussbag
complaint. Um, the lyrics to "Melting Pot" and
"Talkshow Trash" were well, listen, I
like Agnostic Front and Burzum and even Graveland
but maybe, just maybe, those lyrics were just
a little cringe-worthy. And I wasn't like offended
or anything, they just seemed even more caricatured
than the rendering of the band on the inside
cover. It's like this, these lyrics bother me
for the same reason that Cannibal Corpse lyrics
bother me, yet Exhumed and Nuclear Death and
Necrophagia lyrics don't bother me. Oh well,
awkward hand wringing aside, you'd be hard pressed
to find a better Ramones cover than "Commando,"
better road blues songs than "Six Days on the
Road" and "BrokeDown Blues," and you would never
find better wrestling songs than "Sabu" and
(YEAH) "Babyface Killer." In the end, blood
is cool, wrestling is cool, long hair is cool,
offending people is very cool, but the fucking
coolest thing of all is creating a body of music
that withstands the test of time and trend.
Antiseen thusly passes on all counts.review from ink19.com

I really get all excited when I come home and
I have some CDs waiting for review. But when
I put the ANTiSEEN's new cd in, my excitement
turned into distain and anger. This is total
crap! Unoriginal "destructo rock" as they call
it, reminds me more of a trailer trash version
of Motorhead mixed with a little Skynrd for
good measure. But believe me, this is nothing
compared to those two bands. This is just boring
and generic. Im sure all the politically correct
will enjoy the heart warmer entitled, "Melting
Pot". That song is about the evils of foreigners
in the good ol' USA, you might like it if you
enjoy total abandon of rationality, compassion,
or thought. The music sucks, the lyrics suck,
this band sucks. Am I missing something? How
can a band like this sustain over ten years?
Someone please tell me what there is to like
about these turd burglers, because right now
I am at a loss. I will give it a two because
there is a song dedicated to Sabu. BTW, this
cd is dedicated in memory of Dale Earnhardt.review from punknews.org

Wow, Amazing! Most likely the most risky release
TKO Records has put out thus far. A lot of the
PC Police across the nation were upset about
the honesty and frustration of the lyrics written
within' this record. I do think TKO took the
easy way out by not printing the lyrics! The
song melting pot must have the blood boiling
of label mates Those Unknown who ironically
have their review right underneath this! Every
time I think punk rock has finally died, something
like this comes along and reminds me that punk
rock will never die, sure it may pass out drunk
for a few years at a time but it always seems
to make it's way back. Brutal Honesty and awesome
guitar mayhem make this a great release. I also
like anything that pisses of the politically
correct. Tracks that stand out are Melting Pot
(as agnostic front says about their track Public
Assistance, the same thing could be said about
this song.. "this song isn't racist it's the
god damn truth"- Roger Miret.) The awesome ramones
cover of Commando, Broke Down Blues and Talk
Show Trash. However most every song here packs
a violent punch. Piss off your local PC Police
today and blast this from the rooftops! BOTTOM
LINE: A great fucking release not to be ignored!
LONG LIVE THE CONFEDERACY OF SCUM!!!!review from realskinheads.net

The pride (or dirge) of the Carolinas, AntiSeen
has been kicking up dirt and shit for as long
as I can remember. While there is no denying
AntiSeens brand of pig-fucker rock and
roll comes across with genuine ferocity and
bad attitude, The Boys From Brutalsville
is testament to a band that remains entrenched
in their simplistic uncompromising style.
And what the fuck does that mean? Well if
you liked AntiSeen before, you will find The
Boys From Brutalsville just as satisfying
as Eat More Possum. If you
hated AntiSeen before, you will find more than
ample ammo to fire off your words of distaste
for their boogie woogie. And if you were
on the fence, like yours truly, you may find
yourself falling over the fuckin post
and into the yard of indifference. The vocal
equivalent of lead-Bosstone Dicky Barrett and
Motorhead Lemmy will lull you to your Harley
with tales of America under seige amid some
rather surly bar-rock that embodies the GG Allin
drunk-punk spirit and I dont give
a fuck attitude. But for all its
Southern-Fried, mentality, AntiSeen, come across
as just another ugly sounding rock band whos
tolerance level is about as deep as their rehashed
Skynyrd riffs and Bad Company bootie rock.
I mean, nice fuckin cowbell (Smoke
& Fire) or hows about some
rehashed blues stripper rock of Broke
Down Blues. Frankly, other than
a bad attitude, I have no idea why TKO would
even bother With bands like The Forgotten,
The Reducers SF, hell their whole roster
for shit sake, TKO needs to put out AntiSeen
like we need another boy band at the top of
the charts. And the more one listens to
The Boys From Brutalsville (with
the exception of the awesome Vietnam-themed
Commando), the less it has to offer.
The Twisted Sister cowbell-intro of SOD
(and psuedo-Motorhead riffs that follow) do
nothing to salvage AntiSeen from the travesty
of the first 7 tracks. Jesus this is horrible much
like listening to something like Buckcherry
or any number of formula butt-rock bands playing
at the local watering hole near you. Granted,
there are a couple of dim lights of hope (the
aforementioned Commando, SABU),
but sitting through a bevy of swamp rock is
far from worth the effort While AntiSeen
are praised by many for their authentic ferocity,
The Boys From Brutalsville comes
across more like a comedy album with the band
playing the lunk-headed caricatures of themselves.
Its no surprise that lyrics are absent
(though whats a matter babyface,
spill your blood all over the place is
an easy rhyme to make out (Im A
Babyface Killer). Or how about I
want to be the black woman on the TV talk show movin
my head to and fro (Talk Show Trash).
While its clear AntiSeen are making fun
of such crap like TV talk shows, their simplistic
and vapid approach to such topics makes them
seem more like prime candidates for a guest
spot, rather than jokesters. If you are
hard-up for mediocre, mid-tempo boogie punk
n roll, here is a perfect CD to drop in when
your wondering what GG Allin would have sounded
like had he ended up on Hee-Haw. Egads if
this is what eatin possum does to you,
go vegan .Im gonna go listen to Motorhead,
cause at least they fuckin rock.review from punkrocks.net

If the idea of the Southern Rock of bands like
Lynyrd Skynyrd and Molly Hatchet, which combine
the Souths tradition of backwater dullness
with rocknroll standards, wasnt
detestable enough, AntiSeen takes the Southern-Rock
idiom into the punk world and comes up with
a thoroughly embarrassing album with The Boys
From Brutalsville.
It should be no surprise that the reverence
for Southern Rock would eventually seep into
punk rock even though the two styles are theoretically
miles apart, but the extent AntiSeen parades
every one of the dumb Southerner stereotypes
on this album is appalling. Whether the band
shouts out an anti-gun control anthem thatd
make Charleton Heston proud ("Guns Ablazin")
or rekindles the "dont tell me what to
do" autonomy behind the standoff of Fort Sumter
("Run My World"), the South Carolina-based act
couldnt be more of a bunch of good ol
boys. Thrown over a sloppy blend of blues rock
("Broke Down Blues") and mouth-breather metal/punk
("Six Days on the Road"), everything about the
band screams backwoods ignorance.
While such a hayseed mentality would be simply
annoying, the blatant racism of "Melting Pot"
takes AntiSeen out of the realms of irking to
outright offensive. As if jockeying to become
the Klans next Grand Wizard, the band
urges all non-Caucasians to leave the States
in a disgusting show of xenophobia. A cover
of The Ramones "Commando," when placed
next to such blatant right-wing extremism, suddenly
has all its tongue-in-cheek humor siphoned out
of it and becomes strangely ominous.
On the basis of free speech, AntiSeen should
be allowed to say whatever it wants, but this
is still a blemish on TKO Records and an affront
to the bands on its roster actively working
against such right-wing agendas (The Generators,
Those Unknowns) as well as its Japanese signing,
Thug Murder. While the label may not actively
endorse messages of hate, its culpable
in giving AntiSeen a voice. Hopefully the label
will quickly come to its senses and distance
itself from such trash and get back to the business
of intelligent punk rock that its better
known for.review from aversion.com

South Carolina's ANTiSEEN play a dirty, backwoods,
whiskey-guzzling, inbred American version of
Motörhead-style punk rock, with a twinge
of country and blues. I imagine these guys play
their gigs in a shack in the woods instead of
in any club within walking distance of a street
light. They like guns, pro-wrestling, Nascar,
Wild Turkey, bib overalls, as well as every
other trashy American cultural icon, and they're
damn proud of it.As amusing as this album is,
other bands such as Nashville Pussy, Speedealer,
and the Dwarves have a leg up in terms of rock
ferocity. ANTiSEEN just come off sounding really
drunk, and come off looking sort of hokey. The
album (which is dedicated to #3 Dale Earnhardt)
cover features the band in a menacing pose,
with memebers brandishing a gun, a chain, a
barbed-wire halo, and a bottle of Wild Turkey.
Lead singer Jeff Clayton actually poses with
a steak for his photo on the inside of the liner.
The lyrical content includes songs about guns,
ECW wrestler Sabu, talk shows, America, and
general reflections on the less positive sides
of life and love.Although the album's cheese
quotient is high, ANTiSEEN's The Boys From Brutalsville
does contain some damn fine rock moments. The
groovy, jammy, organ-laden rendition of Screamin
Lord Sutch's "Smoke and Fire" would be a radio
hit in a more just world. They also do a bang-up
job on a version of The Ramones' "Commando".
Originals standouts include "Sod" and "Sabu",
and the ultra foul-mouthed "Run My World." This
would be the perfect thing to listen to while
sitting in the woods, getting violently drunk
on moonshine. I can't say that this album is
anything spectacular, but the white trash part
of me understands. review from wixq.com

Full-throated and brimming with attitude, Antiseen
churns out meaty punk anthems like Motorhead
did some 20 years ago.A throwback and yet, Antiseen
might also be a vision of the future. After
all, what goes around comes around. And anyway,
these boys aren't retreads. They have their
style of ripping off huge pieces of the riff.That
is, by the way, what's going on here. The band
settles into a solid, heavy guitar line and
then Jeff Clayton starts howling. Even on the
brilliant cover of "Six Days on the Road," which
features piano on the opening verse, the guitars
eventually kick in.Basic, very basic. But with
a style and verve and simple crudeness that
few can approach. Antiseen isn't trying to please
anyone except the members of the band. Oftentimes,
that's good enough to make a whole lot more
people happy. review from cent.com

Fast punk Rock n Roll with vocals sounding something
similar to Motorhead, Al Barr or Dicky Barrett.
Their bio says they have 50 albums out but I
haven't heard any, but that doesn't really mean
anything. On the cover of their album, these
guys look likes guys you shouldn't mess with.
The first track "Guns Ablazin" sets the CD off
to a good start. I like the organs thrown into
some of the songs. There's a couple of good
songs on here along with a Ramones cover of
"Commando." If you like vocals like Dicky Barrett's,
you know," the drink whiskey, smoke lots of
cigarettes" vocals then you like this!- Bryan
review from skapunkandotherjunk.com

Antiseen is one of those fun lovin', gun totin',
free lovin', wrestling watchin', beer guzzlin'
punk bands that would scare old ladies in the
supermarket and cause havoc in most social circumstances.
Their 3 chord attack is chock full of ethnocentric
tough guy-isms ("Melting Pot") and contains
more testosterone than Hulk Hogan's needle and
syringe set ("I'm A Babyface Killer", "Sabu").
Short on class but long on attitude, Antiseen
isn't a band that's going to save the world,
but they'll make you run for cover with their
expletive ramblings and simple yet effective
musical approach. review from 316productions.com